There was something almost coarse in her remark.

Rose felt herself flush.
She was sophisticated, and had seen the world, although she had been closely if not lovingly guarded; but she shrank from some things as though she had never come from under a country mother's wing in her life.
Lucy got a pale-blue muslin gown from the closet and slipped it over her shoulders.

Then she stood for her mother to fasten it in the back.

Lucy was lovely in this cloud of blue, with edgings of lace on the ruffles and knots of black velvet.

She fastened her black velvet girdle, and turned herself sidewise with a charming feminine motion, to get the effect of her slender waist between the curves of her small hips and bust.